Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.